"Agh, shit."

"Yao! Get your useless ass up right now and keep fighting!" Belger barked at me.

He obviously couldn't tell that I've been beaten while dark blood leaked out of my nose, my ears ringing. Yet, this lazy bastard is telling me to continue.

"I owed you a debt, Belger. *Cough* *Cough* But I'm not dying for you like one of your braindead cronies," I defied his orders, struggling to stand. "I should've never left Hong Kong; worst four years of my life."

"If I had spare soldiers, I would send reinforcements. Surely you can't blame me?" Belger said, feigning innocence.

"You wouldn't have to rely on a foreigner for protection if you invested in more competent soldiers. Your crew is relentless, I'll give them that. But they can't fight for shit, even your higher-ups." I berated him and his Gang.

"Stand down, Yao," Haggar interjected. "You've said it yourself. You've taken a beating. If only one of us showed, then you might have won. All of us? That's lunacy. Your debt has been paid." He stared at Belger. "He owes you nothing anymore."

"I don't need your reassurance, Mayor. *Cough* *Cough*

"Damn it all! My use for you has finally drained, Yao. Fine! You'll die with them! All while little Jessica watches!" Belger spoke, practically letting me loose.

Like he lasted much longer after that. Travers punched him so hard, Belger went through the window and fell 20 stories to his death. The girl is ok, thankfully. I snorted out the blood that clogged my nostrils so I can breathe naturally.

"Yao, catch."

Travers tossed me a towel. "So you weren't with the Mad Gears this whole time?"

"No. I owed Belger my life, and serving as his bodyguard was the way I paid it." I snorted again, getting rid of the leftover blood before clearing my face. "I hated every second of it, I assure you. The only thing on my mind now is heading back to Hong Kong."

"You're not going to let those bruises heal? We roughed you up pretty bad, y'know?" he asked.

"Believe me, Travers. I've dealt with worse. I'll be fine." I turned to his girlfriend, being comforted by Haggar. "No hard feelings, Jessica?"

She shook her head. "I had a feeling you were a good person from day one. You made being here bearable, Yao. Thank you."

Yao, Aberdeen's Unsung Hero

Date of Birth: February 12

Birthplace: Aberdeen, Hong Kong, China

Height: 6'2

Weight: 155 lbs

Favorite Color: Forest Green (Same color as his robes)

Likes: Familial Bonds, Martial Arts, Settling Down, The Final Fight Trio, Jessica Haggar, Ramen, and Chinese Lo Mein, Xiayu and Jianyu (The Chinese Dolls.), The World Warriors, The New Challengers (especially Cammy) Bullying the School District Martial Artists, the Marketplace District of Aberdeen.

Dislikes: The Mad Gear Gang, Belger, The Four Kings (Sagat Included), Jail, Shadaloo, and its sub-branches, talking about his time in Mad Gear, his innumerable scars, Gen.

Blood Type: AB

Fighting Style: Xinyi Liuhe Quan mixed with Breakdancing and CQC.

Stage of Choice: The Tiger Balm Gardens at Night.

Fun Fact: At some point, Yao resided in every inhabitable continent. He's fluent in English, Japanese, Chinese (Mandarin and Cantonese dialects), and sign language.

"I've seen the people who reside here, the competition not too fierce. We should all go before Edi.E shows up and arrests us, being a corrupt cop and all. I know a way out through the back. Follow me."

I led them to a second elevator that only Belger (and I know through sneaking looks) knows about that went to the building's back alley. I have no clue what the lazy bastard used it for, but it got us out quickly.

"You all should get going. I have to look into flights back to Hong Kong," I said to the reunited group.

"You're leaving Metro City?" Travers asked.

"I left Hong Kong for four years to see the world. America was the last stop in my journey. Plus, if I stay, Edi.E will pinch me for being Belger's bodyguard. The quicker I leave for Aberdeen, the better."

"I'll look into that for you, Yao," Haggar offered.

I shot his offer down. "You owe me nothing, Mayor. After owing one man something, I refuse to owe another man a favor as good-natured as you are. I can't accept your offer."

He laughed lightly. "I am the Mayor, as you said. Like you have any pull with me." Haggar placed his large hand on my shoulder. "I'll get you on the first flight out. You also need a place to lay your head, right?"

"You've already done too much, Haggar. I already owe you for the plane ticket you're gonna get me."

"Fine. Cody, you take him," he told him.

"Wha? Why do I gotta take him?"

"Because Jessica needs to stay with me tonight. It'll only be for one night."

"Fine. You can crash with me. Let's go, Yao."

"Uh-huh, lead the way."

After making it to his apartment, Cody quickly laid down where everything was. "Kitchen's straight ahead, the bathroom is in the back. Only one bed, so you got the couch, I'm afraid."

I shrugged. "Better than nothing," I said as my stomach growls. "Got anything to eat?"

"Nah, not anything is done. Can you cook?"

"I can make some solid Lo Mein," I tell him. "You got noodles?"

He sat on my temporary bed. "Check the cabinets. If not, I can make a quick stop to the store."

I checked the cabinets and saw a sizable amount with some spices. "This should do. Give me like half."

"An hour? Got it. I'll get out of your hair," Cody said before leaning on the couch.

After the food was done, I got a plate for myself and one for him, handing him his serving. "Looks delicious. Cheers."

"Cheers," I replied back as we ate in silence.

Out of the blue, he struck up a conversation. "Where'd you learn to fight? That was some insane shit I saw back at the Mad Gear building."

"My uncle taught me the basis of the Oldest documentation of Long Fist, Xinyi Liuhe Quan when I was a little boy. We used to go and beat the Martial Artists in Aberdeen's School District as an exercise. I learned a bit of Capoeira while staying in Brazil, and some Krav Maga in the Middle East. Combine all that, and you have my style, though I don't like to add the breakdancing and Krava Maga unless I'm desperate. The Xinyi Liuhe Quan is almost always enough," I explained.

"How come you didn't bust those out when you fought us? Got fed up with being Belger's bodyguard?"

"That, and you three beat my ass so quickly, I didn't have time to incorporate them in time."

Cody laughed at my answer. "Yeah, we did beat the shit out of you, huh?" He then ate some more of the Lo Mein. "Wow, this is some good noodles! Did your uncle teach you how to cook too?"

"Grandpa did. He told me the basics; the rest was self-taught. I have a photographic memory and saw some chefs make it like this in Shanghai. It was easy after a few attempts," I said while finishing my food. I go to place the plate and fork in the sink. "Alright, Travers. It's getting late. I need some shut-eye."

"Fair enough. I'll finish this and head to sleep myself."

Cody got up and went to his room as I laid down on the couch, grabbing one of the cushions as a pillow before falling asleep instantly.

Two days later:

Haggar got my ticket to Kowloon. Fifteen and a half hours to go, and I'll be back home. Can't say I won't miss Metro City, but at least Haggar, Cody, Guy, and Jessica are decent folk.

"Well, Yao. This is it. Are you sure you don't want a new passport or something? You'll most likely get arrested when you get back," Haggar offered.

"Thanks, but it's illegal. Besides, I need to pay for my bad karma. Suffering begets suffering after all. I'm resigned to my fate. The only difference is I'm going to suffer back home as opposed to here."

"Last call for the 8:50 flight to Kowloon, Hong Kong."

"That's my cue. I'll see you all later," I said my goodbyes as I gave the flight attendant my boarding pass. I hopped on the plane and got comfortable in my seat.

The flight was relatively smooth, my choice to sleep helping with the long hours. I deboarded the plane and made my way through customs. It was my turn with the officer.

"歡迎回到香港。 請護照。(Welcome back to Hong Kong. Passport please.)"

"俾你. (Here you go.)"

He examined my passport picture and then glanced at me for double-checking. Giving off a skeptical look, he reverted to his natural expressing, giving me back my Passport.

"直行。(Straight ahead.)" Was all he said.

"多谢警官。(Thanks, officer.)" I said as I followed through. Looking back, he began talking in through his walkie. Shit. I breezed through the rest of Customs, thankfully. But when I exited the airport...

*Wooooh*

Police Sirens. Crap. HKPD (Hong Kong Police Department), I'm assuming Kowloon District.

"凍結! 香港警察! 手到我能看見的地方! (Freeze! Hong Kong Police! Hands where I can see them!)"

I dropped my duffel bag and placed my hands in front of my stomach with both wrists together, telling them that I'm coming quietly. One of the cops came up and cuffed me after putting his pistol away. Thankfully, he grabbed my bag for me and chucked it into the police car.

On the way to the police station, he started asking questions. "English?"

"I'm fluent, officer."

"You know what we arrested you for?"

"No, but I get the feeling you're about to tell me."

"Couple of things. Most notably, you're involved with the Mad Gear Gang. Underground fighting on top of that, but the former is the big one. Even if you plead guilty, you'll be looking at some heavy time in the cell."

"Goody. If you're trying to make me feel better, you're doing a pretty shitty job," I dryly replied. "Just be glad I decided to come quietly instead of attacking you and the officers first."

"Still have a sense of humor. We'll see if you can retain it in front of the judge, Yao."

"Skipping the interrogation? That's against protocol, officer," I called him out for his corrupt thinking.

"Tch. A know-it-all, eh? Whatever, we can't do anything with you anyway. We may have arrested you, but Interpol put out the arrest warrant," the officer explained as we arrived at the station. "Have fun."

His last words were said with malice. The door opened, and I'm escorted out of the car.

"Make sure you grab my bag, officer."

"Uh-huh, this way," he said blandly while grabbing my bag, leading me to an interrogation room. "Your interrogator will be here shortly."

"Can you get these cuffs off me? I came quietly and won't be planning anything."

He simply eyed my cuffed hands than me and left the room.

"Who knew the Kowloon District would be so fucking dirty?" I asked myself.

Minutes passed on the clock as it spun without interruption. Are they planning on starving me in here?

Soon enough, the door opened again, and I finally met eye-to-eye with my interrogator - A woman, an admittedly voluptuous woman with toned, shapely legs. She looked a little younger than me with two cups in her hand, coffee I assumed it was.

"Sorry I took so long, I was getting coffee for us, and the line was longer than I thought. Here you go," she greeted me before placing my coffee in front of me. "I don't know your tastes, so I hope you like your coffee sweet."

She couldn't be dirty. A welcome change, that's for sure. I move to take the coffee.

"Thanks, officer. I am thirsty," I said before motioning for the cup.

"You're still cuffed? I told the officers to uncuff you when they got you in here." She seemed annoyed at the fact.

"The cops who brought me in were dirty. I'm convinced every one of them in this district is, actually," I answered.

"You wouldn't be wrong. Wait a sec, I'll get the keys. Plus, I need to get your file anyway."

She left the room. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip despite my hands being close together. Wow, sweet is correct, but I had and made worse cups. Anyway, the officer entered the room with the keys in one hand, my file in the other. She placed my file down first before walking towards me.

"Here, let me get these off." She placed the keys inside the hole to unshackle me.

The cuffs were loose, and I got them off of my wrists.

"Thanks, officer."

"Please, call me Chun-Li," she finally introduced herself.

I nodded in acceptance. "Ok, Chun."

I felt on my wrists that went numb from being restrained for so long. "So, Legs. How much time am I looking at?"

She cringed when I called her Legs. Note to self, don't call her that.

"Sorry."

Chun-Li sat across from me. "It's alright, my peers at Interpol call me that all the time. I'm used to it."

"Still, you winced upon reaction when I said it. So I'll make a note to not call you that. Unless I'm angry with you, then all bets are off."

"Fair enough." She began viewing my file. "So, Yao. You're from Aberdeen, correct?"

"Born and raised."

"Then why were you in Metro City?"

"When I was eighteen, I packed up, said my temporary goodbyes to my uncle, and told him I'll be traveling the world for a while. I've been in and lived in every inhabitable continent. Metro City was my last stop."

"I can assume you came back because you're done traveling. How long were you in Metro City for?"

"Four years roughly. If you want an exact period, around three years, ten months. But I'm 22 now, so four years in technicality."

"In your file, it says you were roped into joining the Mad Gear Gang. How did that come about?"

I sighed. "I was stabbed and was left for dead after seeing through someone trying to hustle me. Belger was the one who found me, and his doctor nursed me back to health. The only way I can pay him back was to be his bodyguard, so he said. I knew he would most likely kill me before I could escape, so I took him up on his offer."

"You decided that?"

"I was eighteen, Chun. Experience in the real world was something I lacked back then."

"What is Belger's status now?"

"Dead," I answered bluntly.

"Huh? You killed him?"

"What? No! I don't take lives. That kind of karma will merely get me killed in retaliation."

"Are you a Buddhist?"

"Not a complete one, but I follow the main principles: No killing, lying, stealing, the works. I'm all for peace and love, Chun, but if you're not down with that and get in my way of trying to maintain those principles, I cannot be held responsible for my actions. That's why I say I'm not a complete Buddhist. They swear an oath of non-violence. I'm not that ignorant to the ways of the world, as I've previously mentioned," I explained.

"Then who killed him?"

"The Mayor of Metro City, a Ninja, and the Mayor's Daughter's Boyfriend. Punched him through a window, and he fell twenty stories. Belger was a big guy, but wasn't superhuman."

"So why did you leave Metro City?" Chun pressed. "You could've possibly avoided arrest if you stayed."

"Correct. I could've avoided being arrested for my involvement with the Mad Gears. Among them was a dirty cop, one of the highest-ranking members. His name's Edi.E. Tall, possibly fat, always wears his police uniform, usually carries a nightstick and a six-shooter. He has an extremely raggedy beard. He could've arrested me and formulate a list of crimes I didn't commit."

"Why would he do that? He and you were on the same side for a while."

"Because he holds grudges. The first day on the job, he threatened to throw me in jail if I showed incompetence. I retaliated by breaking his nose. He's been out for me ever since. If I was going to get pinched, I'd rather it be here. HKPD is dirty, but not Edi.E dirty."

"So, it's safe to assume you didn't enjoy your time with them?"

"It is and then some. I hated every member of that fucked up crew. From the peons to the high ups. Damnd, Sodom, and Abigail especially pissed me off."

"Why them specifically?"

"Damnd loved being a sniveling piece of garbage. Sodom's a cultural appropriator of Japan, and Abigail doesn't know how to shut the hell up," I answered, anger seeping slightly in my tone.

"Were you the best fighter in the Mad Gear Gang?"

"Yes. I beat every last member of the Mad Gears single-handedly, multiple times. They were all terrible fighters."

"No wonder Belger wanted you to be his bodyguard. Now, let's see here..." Chun continued scanning my file before gasping. "You're fluent in four languages?"

"English, as you can see, Japanese, Mandarin and Cantonese Chinese, and sign language."

"You know how to sign?"

"(Those pants make your ass look big.)" I sign.

*Gasp* "They do!?"

"Sorry, didn't want to be rude," I told her.

"Oh, that's just embarrassing," she said before asking me about the last noticeable fact on my file. "How do you know Gen?"

"He's my grandfather, taught me the basics of cooking. We don't talk much, though."

"Why's that?"

"He killed his son, my dad. An argument got heated between them. Punches were thrown before Gen stopped his heart from beating. Dad passed away as a result. I don't like to talk about Grandpa, so please change the subject," I requested.

"Where do you think the rest of the Mad Gear Gang is?"

"Most likely still in Metro City. It's only been two days since Belger died. They're probably waiting for the heat to die down before going about their business. If they were smart, they'd stay in Metro City. But most of them have room temp IQs." I reply honestly.

"Well," Chun started. "With this information and your deadpan honesty, I can greatly reduce your sentence, if not completely erase it. The worst sentence at this point is parole. In your file, it says you're Master Martial Artist. Consistent in street fights across the world for your travel fare is evident. I have a proposition for you, Yao. If you're willing to help me out with a few things, I'll overwrite the parole and place it in you on probation."

"Anything to avoid a jail cell," I answered.

"Great!" She exclaimed. "What do you know of a group called Shadaloo?"

"Next to nothing though they're practically the biggest terrorist group in the world," I answered honestly before chugging the rest of my coffee. "Thanks again for the coffee. It was good. Next time, cut back on the sweet a little."

"Noted. As for Shadaloo, they dip their fingers into anything illegal, but their main shtick is weapons dealing and biochemical drug construction. They have bases in Thailand and Brazil, but recently a source of their power is hidden away in Colombia," she divulged. "If you help me destroy whatever the hell is in Colombia, I'll place you under probation as opposed to parole. What do you say?"

"That would be nice. But if my suffering isn't from me doing time, then what will it be from?" I asked no one specifically.

"Maybe you'll die out in Colombia?" Chun joked, and I gave her a stern look. "Sorry, I got to have my kicks too."

"Kicks, huh? You do have jokes, Legs." I snapped back. "Fine, I'll go with you to Colombia."

"Wonderful! I'll tell the officers that you'll be under my protective custody and remain immune from them and the rest the PD. You can crash at my apartment for the time being. I'll be back to tell you the details later."

We both stood up, the interrogation finally over. I stretched out my back as the chair made my spine stiff.

Shortly after that, Chun came back in. "Alright, we're good to go. Come on."

I followed her out to her car. We got in as she drove us back to her apartment, the night sky occasionally brightening the car's exterior. As we entered the front door, I did a silent observation. Quaint enough for one person and comfortable from the looks of it.

"Here we are. The futon in the living room is yours. I'll get you some sheets and a pillow."

I yawned and stretched before scratching my head. "Cheers, Chun."

Sitting on the futon felt multiple times softer than Cody's couch. My eyes grew heavy after spending my entire day getting assaulted with questions. At least I'll get a solid night's sleep even with the rest I took on the flight over here. The jetlag hit me like a truck.

"Here, Yao. You get to bed. I want to wake up early tomorrow."

"Thanks, Chun. See you in the morning," I bid goodnight to her.

She smiled. "See you in the morning... partner."

Chun headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. I eased within the sheets and futon, resting against the pillow. My eyes closed as I instantly lost consciousness.

A/N: And so that concludes the Prologue Part One for my Street Fighter Project, starring Yao.

I said before in an MoI that Aki would be the center character, but after looking back on it, Yao is better to write a story around. While giving Yao more details in his background, I realized he's without the most humane of my OCs. Most of them are superhuman somehow, and if not, they're not human at all. With Yao, he's merely an extremely talented Martial Artist. Every feat he does and will do is entirely possible by humane standards.

I loosely modeled Yao and his fighting style after Gato from Mark of the Wolves. Not the personality, though. Where Gato is always stoic and ruthless, Yao stays humble and easy-going. He respects others and is respected by his peers, if not feared. His color scheme and attire are based on Gato's green outfit from Mark of the Wolves, so green Kung Fu Robes with dark brown pants and shoes with white Socks. He also has black wrist bands hiding in his sleeves. Although his hair takes more inspiration from Long who's from Bloody Roar, a long ponytail as opposed to a long braid. The same shaped Bangs as Gato are present, though.

His voice is very loose and calm. Think Kakashi but more profound and aloof sounding. Almost sounds like he's floating his words together. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this Prologue. Let me know what you think of it with a Review or PM. Go vote on my poll and check out my Page.

I'll see you all later.